Punk Pudding

Lately, the air I breathe in seems to be a lot more different than the one I breathe in everyday. Sometimes I even feel that it is possible for me not to breathe. I just feel I can do anything lately because the feeling of wanting something every minute of my day is provoking me to push myself out of bounds and sometimes over the edge. I tried to withheld myself. It didn't work. I don't mind but I what I also don't mind is being adored as a women and not the other way around. I may move fast, but why not you shake things up a little? I'll rock your world if you could turn mine downside up. They can't depend on me for everything, no? Don't make me think I'm being used. That's bad. Real bad.

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